((fair warning unlike the rest of my blog the following is not porn))
So I never really post here just reblog but I kind of need to write out what I’m feeling somewhere that isn’t fb or something. Tonight my bf broke up with me in a “I want to be friends because we’re going to fast” sort of way but honestly ya I’m bumbed because no one likes to be dumpped but I’m also not broken up over it because I feel I was never really invested in the relationship. See there’s this guy an ex we broke up late october early november, amicably I guess though we haven’t spoke since, it was too hard at first there was pain there and as time when on it seemed like too much time had passed to just say hello (though tonight I did say hi and we chatted a bit) and I guess I still miss him well not so much guess I do miss him it’s natural but I remember the conversation that night he said something that rings in my head everytime I think of it, “something is wrong and neither of us is the type to work on it” and at that moment I didn’t argue, maybe because I was angry, maybe because I was hurt, and maybe because part of me agrees with him and maybe still does, though at the same time I regret not trying sure we where in a rocky place, but all relationships have those and maybe if we’d taken the time or put in the effort to try we’d have fixed it, or burned out but maybe at least I’d know and wouldn’t have that regret. I have very few regrets I try not to dwell and maybe this is the youth in my talking but who knows, maybe I gave up on something amazing just cause it got tough and I hate that about myself, I hate that I couldn’t speak up that night and at least say “let’s try” I dunno, thanks for reading my rant and sorry for interrupting your porn.